Potty Wars

Home for 6 weeks on maternity leave. Besides the obvious goal of having my baby girl, I had a few other goals in mind to accomplish during my time home, so far so good.

The first goal was to potty train my son-one in diapers! Mission slowly being accomplished. He is defiantly more reliable in telling us when he has to go while at home, and has been dry through his naps except for one minor incident. People think I am crazy because he is not yet 2 years old, but heck it is working. Worked with my daughter so I figured it should work with him. The only super embarrassing aspect is he is naked-ALL THE TIME. He feels as though he must completely strip in order for the whole potty thing to work I guess. We went on a family walk the other night and ran into an old friend on our stop over at the bank to make a quick deposit. Our friend Larry chuckled and said "I think someone had to go" and there is my naked son, being next to the stroller. It happens that fast! I met another friend at OSH yesterday to help her start her garden and her boy said he had to go potty. SO I took my three and her one to the restroom whereupon they all decided they had to go potty. So Her son went first, my son stripped himself and went next and while I dressed Zechy, Hannah climbed on up for her turn. Then a very fascinating observation occurred-Hannah noticed that the boys peed different then her, and asked why I wouldn't let her stand up like her friend? Well, I answered, boys and girls are different that's all...all for now is what I meant. LOL Another trick to the potty dance is Zechy has figured out that he gets a "nandy" (candy) each time he goes. So he will go pee, clap get a candy and then climb back up and go pee some more-fully expecting more nandies. Or he will space out each little poop one candy per turd I guess. I have fully complied to his cleverness too, what I am I supposed to do say no? Another aspect of the potty training is the full excuse to get out of bedtime or nap time, just as I am done rocking him and lay him down to sleep he jumps out of bed and says potty. I let him do it once or twice and then I turn into the wicked witch and make him stay in bed. Funny thing is after each FALSE potty episode he expects me to rock him again. The last obsession of potty I wish to vent about is his obsession with the potty. We have to keep the bathroom locked to keep him out of the bathroom. The picture below should explain what I mean.